For long moments, neither of them moved from the couch. His hips stayed pressed flush against hers, their bodies still joined, chests heaving against each other.
The only sounds in the dark room were the soft, wet noise of their breathing and the quiet drip of their combined release onto the couch.
Sebastian kept his face buried against the soft curve of her breast, his tongue occasionally flicking her sensitive nipple as the aftershocks faded, unwilling to pull away from her, for she made him complete, and he knew that the moment he was out of her, he would feel as empty as a dead man. He wanted to stay exactly where he was forever, but he knew duty was waiting outside.
Still, everything he needed to return to felt distant now, muted by the warm body beneath him, and Sebastian grew a little greedy for more.
